The second match staring Ling was starting. Yet I was behind the arena dressed in the samurai armor I'd brought with me from the visit to the capital earlier and was looking down at the smart-dressed man who was on his knees and close to fainting from the pain.
"Y-you...even Filyn wouldn't do such a low blow..." - Blot
"It wasn't a blow, but a kick. And you'll get more if you don't fess up." - Mira
"Yes, yes, as you wish..., but about what?" - Blot
"The part where most of my memories have gone up in smoke, the part of why I'm working with you for reasons I can't remember, and the reason that I somehow remember hearing a rumor that you're an expert with the Heretic attribute, the attribute said to stagnate and destroy souls, and by extension, minds and memories." - Mira
My head feels worse than after I got my life punched out by the giant golem during my battle just now, and this guy got the ability to do so...I think. As I said, my head feels funny.
